In That Dream
I recall Pieces of Prisons Im Escaping
In The Next Big Religion
I do the cross thing
Whichever way the wind blows
Your mind in time Im nine our lives
Unwide we find the wine red
Or White like the days fade away
A cloud of smoke blurred eyes
Your always Brighter in the daytime
you fight it after Midnight
It Just seems to me
its Such a joke
Every new walk through life just inherits Crhist
You Should have to prove something first
Prove Something First
Prove something
Your A Godfiend in that Dream
I recall Pieces of Prisons
Im Escaping From a black hole
I craw I crawl Beneath My halo Emanating
The only Proof You Need Is that
You Know
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